All Chapters of THE REJECTION: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ella’s POV I decided not to go to work today so I could take care of my mother. Leaving her alone in her condition didn’t feel right. She needed someone beside her, and that someone had to be me, her only daughter. We talked for hours until she calmed down a little. When I checked my phone, I realized how quickly time had passed. Laura was already out of school, and she was probably waiting for me. She hated taking the school bus, so she always insisted that I pick her up myself. I grabbed my car keys and rushed out. My mother had fallen asleep, and I didn’t want to wake her when I knew I would be back soon. My heart was racing. I had completely forgotten about my daughter, and she was not used to me being late. I could only hope she was patient enough to wait. When I reached the school, the compound was empty. Not a single student in sight. My heart dropped. I forced myself not to panic and approached the gate man. “Excuse me, are there any students left?” I asked. “I am sorry,

Felix’s POV I loved staying online just to look at Ella’s old pictures, the ones she posted when we were still together. I missed her so much, and deep down, I wanted her back in my life. That’s why I saw her message the moment it came in. She needed my help, and I was ready to give it to her. * * * * * * * * * I was shocked to learn that I had a daughter with her. My daughter, the moment I heard it, I knew I had to help her. Donating my blood was the least I could do. All the tests came out positive, we were compatible. After six years of being absent from her life, at least I could do one good thing for her. And not just that, from now on, I will make up for the lost time. I will always be there for my daughter. My heart felt strangely warm when I learned I had a child. I had always wanted to be a father. That dream almost came true when Sarah got pregnant, but she killed my unborn baby. That pain never left me, and I hated thinking about it. “Can I see her doctor?” I asked the

Stephen Mark’s POV I got home after spending almost two days with Sarah. I was so caught up in the happiness she gave me that I completely forgot I had my own home and family. Sarah was the best thing that had happened to me in a long time, and all I wanted now was to finalize my divorce and make her my wife. I knew she loved me too, so I was confident she wouldn’t reject my proposal when the time came. I opened the door to the house, and something didn’t feel right. It was too quiet. Too still. The lights were on, but there was no sound, not even the usual footsteps or chatter. That could only mean one thing: my family was not at home. I headed upstairs, and the house girl appeared from the corner. “I thought there was no one in the house. It is so quiet,” I said. “Yes, sir. There is only me in the house. Everyone is at the hospital,” she replied. “Hospital? What are you talking about?” I asked, shocked. “Madam said Laura was hit by a truck. She went to see her. Madam Ella is w

Ella’s POV. One week now, and we are still in the hospital. My precious daughter, Laura, still hasn’t woken up from her coma. Every day I sit beside her, watching her tiny chest rise and fall, hoping, praying, that today will be the day she opens her eyes and looks at me again. Seeing her lying there so still breaks my heart in ways I didn’t think were possible. It has now been two full weeks of living in this hospital. My whole family has been here with me, supporting me, taking turns staying with Laura. Even Felix came as soon as he got a chance. Everyone from my workplace called to wish Laura a quick recovery. They all adore her. She has always been such a friendly, cheerful child, and it hurts so deeply that something so terrible happened to her. Luca, my Luca, has been my rock through all of this. He never left my side, not even for a day. He held me through my breakdowns, comforted me during my silent tears, and reminded me to breathe when I felt like I couldn’t go on. He has

Ella’s POV After another long week in the hospital, Laura was finally fit to go home. The doctors had run countless tests on her, monitoring every detail, and at last they were satisfied with her condition. She was doing okay. Hearing those words felt like a miracle. The heavens had finally answered my prayers and spared my precious daughter. I couldn’t stop thanking God silently. Losing her would have destroyed me completely. I wouldn’t have survived it. Laura wasn’t just my daughter, she was my entire world. “Mummy, I miss home. Staying here is so boring,” Laura said, her voice bright with excitement. I looked at her small face and smiled. She looked stronger now, more alive, and that alone filled my heart with relief. My baby was fine. I didn’t even want to imagine what my life would have been like without her. “Yes, darling. I am tired of coming here every single day too. It is very boring,” I replied gently. “But today we are finally going home, so don’t worry about anything,